Tales of the Chimera - Birthday

Author's note: Due to some still unresolved confusion over the Literotica TOS, this version of the story has been edited. Not much was lost, just some character development and biology.

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A ray of sunlight shone through the crack in the blinds, hitting me right in the face. I groaned, rolling over trying to fall back to sleep. It was far too early to wake up.

I stayed up the night before to watch the ball drop, so I was counting 10am as early. Not like I had to go to class, but since it was Sunday, the bastards hadn't given us an extra day off for the new year. Seriously, from the videos on TikTok, that frat party was going to need at least two days to recover. Probably a week for cleanup.

My eyes popped open. It's the new year, that meant it was my birthday. I was turning 21. Technically, I had turned 21 ten hours before, but it's a birthDAY, not a birth minute.

I sat up, the thin sheet sliding off my bare breasts. The cold air played across my nipples, making them harden. I've gotten used to the feeling. Because of my unique biology, I've always run hot. Dad was nice enough to install a mini-split and give me my own controls, so I can keep the temperature lower than the rest of the house. The cool air felt good, but my nipples spend most of their time hard because of it.

My parents had gone to some New Year's party out of state, so they wouldn't be home today. I didn't even have to bother getting dressed.

I swung my feet off the bed and stood, morning wood standing erect. A frown formed on my face as I looked down. A woman having a dick can bring a lot of problems, but the most annoying was also the most simple. I couldn't pee for at least half an hour after I woke up. Damn thing just wouldn't go down.

I had gotten into the habit of rolling out of bed and straight into the shower. That way I could wash off the sweat from the night before, and if I really had to pee, it could be easily cleaned up. I know, I know, that's kinda disgusting. I never intend to do it, it just happens sometimes.

Mom also appreciates that I clean the tub regularly, even if she doesn't know exactly why.

As the water cascaded down my skin, my hand slowly slid down my stomach and wrapped around my cock. I thought about trying to take care of my morning wood problem right there and then, but often it was even harder to pee afterward. Plus, it wasn't a guarantee that it would go down after just one.

Last year, when I was home alone, I decided to see just how far I could go. It took four hours and twelve orgasms before I gave up. I could have kept going, but my hand was getting tired and Ghosts was on.

Why wasn't my male half as easy to deal with as my female half? Yeah, I had to wear padded bras to hide my nipples, but at least my pussy didn't bulge out my pants. Besides, a woman having her high beams on is understandable. A woman having a sausage in her pants isn't.

After taking the shower and finally emptying my bladder, I decided I would cook a massive breakfast. A meal fit for two. Eggs, bacon, pancakes, toast... Eh, screw the toast. Toast is boring.

For just a moment I debated on putting on the apron or not. I was enjoying not having my body heat trapped against my skin, but bacon grease hurts.

I put on the apron.

Around the corner from the kitchen, on the wall in the stairwell to the basement, hung my favorite pan, my grandfather's cast iron pan. It was big, it was heavy, it was completely unnecessary. But it was also fifty years old and hadn't been cleaned once. I loved it.

I spun it in my hand before setting it on the burner. That much iron takes a long time to heat up, so I always started there first.

The rest was easy. Pancakes from a box, bacon from a packet, eggs... well, eggs were always easy. A little salt, a little pepper, a splash of milk, and some shredded cheese.

I started the bacon first. Get them cooked, let them rest and drain off the grease, then season the pan while it was still rocket hot. Gives the pancakes just a little hint of bacon flavor.

I started to sing to a song stuck in my head as I worked. "Yeah, you gave me your heart, now I'm here for your soul."

I paused mixing the pancake batter to flip the bacon. A knock echoed through the house. I froze, my voice falling quiet.

I wasn't expecting anyone. Maybe it's a delivery... on a Sunday... on New Year's.

Fuck.

Another knock came from the front door, louder this time, followed by a voice.

"I know you're in there. I heard you singing. Open up."

Every hair on my body stood on end as I heard Jennifer's voice. I was stuck between bacon about to burn and my currently naked ass hanging out.

I heard a click as the lock turned. Fuck, I had forgotten she had a key. She must think I have my headphones on.

I dashed through the house as fast as my legs could carry me, managing to duck into the downstairs bathroom before the door opened.

"Sam?" Jennifer called out.

I stuck my head out of the bathroom and called back, "I'll be out in a sec."

I quickly shut the door again as she turned my way. Her shoes clicked as she walked across the wooden floor towards the bathroom.

"Happy birthday, Sam!" she called through the door.

"Um... Thanks, Jen," I called back, desperately trying to think of anything to hide myself. "Didn't you go to that party last night?"

The towels were in a closet in the hallway. My only option was my mom's bath robe. Thick and purple, I hated the thing. Way too damn hot, but it would be better than a dick bulge under an apron.

I quickly pulled it on as Jennifer said, "The Phi Beta Kappa party? Nah, too rowdy. I had a few friends over. I would have invited you, but I know how much you like get-togethers."

I took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom. "Yeah, you know me too well."

"If you wanted to..." Her voice trailed off as her brown eyes fell on the purple bath robe.

The problem with Jennifer is she's really smart. Okay, it's not really a problem, but it was for me right then.

"You're sweating, and what's with the robe? You hate purple," she asked, looking me up and down. "And why do you have your mom's apron on under the robe?"

When you spend your life hiding who, or more accurately what, you are, you start to get good at lying. Hiding the lie inside a truth makes it easier to swallow. It also helps if that truth just happens to be embarrassing. Makes it sound like you're coming clean.

"I..." I paused for dramatic effect. "I was cooking naked. When you started coming in, I couldn't get to my room."

"Oh." Her eyes looked back up to mine. "That's all? Go for it. Just us girls here."

I blinked. "W--what?"

"You can be naked. I don't mind. Hell, if it was warmer in here, I'd join you. But I know how you like the cold," she said as she turned back towards the living room.

I was glad she turned away. My cock had started rising to the occasion.

To put it bluntly, Jennifer was hot. She was shorter than me, but not by much. I could look just over her head. She was slim, and she liked to show it off. I had seen her breasts once when she changed her shirt. They weren't large, smaller than mine, but it took all my effort to not try to suck on them.

I honestly wanted to ask her out, but it would be too complicated. Plus, I didn't want to risk our friendship.

I coughed as I shifted the robe to better hide myself. "I wouldn't want to put you through that. I'll put on some clothes."

She looked at me over her shoulder, her eyebrow raised. "You do you, but if I had your body, I'd show it off as much as I could."

I stood there stupidly for several seconds as her words sunk in.

It only took me a minute before I was back in the living room. I had quickly pulled on a tight pair of panties, tucking my big secret between my legs, with a loose pair of shorts over top. All I could quickly grab was a simple tank top with a picture of a cat and the words 'The Donut Holes.' I had no idea what it was talking about, but I liked the cat.

Just as I entered, Jennifer started sniffing the air.

"Do you smell something burning?" she asked.

My eyes went wide. "FUCK!"

The bacon was burnt black by the time I got to it.

"I hate wasting food," I sighed as I picked up the pan.

"Just having a light breakfast?" Jennifer said sarcastically.

I looked up from dumping the burnt bacon in the trash. The kitchen wasn't exactly a mess, but I had been in the middle of cooking. A bowl of half-mixed pancakes, half a dozen eggs on a plate, more bacon ready to go.

She knew I ate a lot, but this was more than I was ever really willing to show anyone, even my best friend.

"Well... um..." I quickly started weaving a little lie. "I figured you'd stop over, so I decided to make us breakfast."

Her eyebrow raised. "You thought I was at a frat party last night, and you just figured I'd come over this morning?"

"Well... You're my best friend, it's my birthday, you knew my parents wouldn't be in..."

The words spilling out of my mouth started to make me feel stupid. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Of course she would come over.

Another thought occurred to me. "Plus, I assume there's some form of alcohol in that bag of yours." I pointed at the pink flamingo messenger bag on the couch.

If she questioned why I was cooking naked if I thought she was coming over, she didn't show it.

She let out a frustrated sigh. "You always were the quick one." Her voice took on an agitated tone. "Yes, I brought you a bottle of rum. You were always strict about not drinking till you were 21. Now you don't have an excuse."

She reached into her bag and pulled out the large bottle. I took it from her offering hands and read the label. 'Billy Bob's Spiced Rum.' I raised my eyebrow at her.

"What? It was cheap. Not everyone has all the money in the world." She gestured around at what I had to admit was a rather luxurious house.

"Not that," I said, handing the bottle back. "Shouldn't we start with wine coolers or something fruity? Isn't rum, especially spiced rum, a little much?"

"We're not drinking it straight." She set the bottle on the table. "Mix it with coke or cider, and it's really good. I remember what it was like when I turned 21. I'm not doing that to you."

"It's also 10:45... in the morning."

She looked at me with a hurt expression. "What kind of monster do you think I am? We have a girl's day. Go shopping, see a movie, then, tonight-" She raised her finger in declaration. "We drink."

I blinked. "It's New Year's Day."

She stopped, her finger slowly lowering as she processed what I had said. "FUCK!"

"And we have classes tomorrow," I added.

She pointed at me and said, "That I'm not worried about. Tomorrow's January Second. No one wants to be there, not even the professors. It's going to be a big fuck off day. I'd be surprised if half our professors even showed up."

I sighed. "You know I've never really wanted to drink."

She took my hands in hers and looked up at me with big, puppy dog eyes. "Please. I've always wanted to give someone their first drink. Ever since my brother gave me mine."

Dammit, she knew I couldn't resist those eyes. She wasn't even being manipulative. Each ounce of emotion in her eyes was real. That's why I couldn't resist.

"Fine," I sighed.

In an instant, her face changed to one of excitement. "YAY! We'll go shopping another day. We can play games, watch a movie. Oh, does your TV do Tubi? We can watch one of those cheesy B movies. It'll be just like high school. We don't have to think about anything else today."

"Breakfast first," I said, turning back to the stove. "It's mine, by the way."

Jennifer leaned up against the counter and said, "What is?"

I started mixing the pancake mix again as the pan warmed up. "The apron. It's not my mom's, it's mine. Mom hates cooking."

She pointed at the apron. "But it says 'Never trust a skinny cook.' You're not exactly a twig, but you're damn close."

"Yeah, mom thought it was 'ironic.' But I like it." I put four strips of bacon in the pan. "Mom's not exactly fat either."

"No," she agreed, "but she has the kind of body that says she enjoys her own cooking."

I laughed and turned back to the stove.

The day went almost exactly as Jennifer had predicted... the second time. We played video games, watched cheesy movies, and just talked about inane bullshit. It was almost like we were back in high school, not having to worry about anything real.

On our fifth cup of the second Mario Kart 8, I could tell something was up. We had been neck and neck the first four rounds, but she had started to fall down the board.

I kept my eye on her during the third race. Her eyes kept drifting to the clock. When 5:00pm rolled around, she threw her controller to the floor and jumped up, not bothering to even finish the race.

She looked down at me, her voice dropping to a mock creepy tone. "It is time."

"Time? Time for what? Dinner?" I asked.

I knew what she was talking about, but I wasn't looking forward to it.

"That's a really good idea," she said, her voice returning to normal. "You must really want your first drink, putting this much thought into it."

"Not really," I said, rolling with her misunderstanding. "It just makes sense."

"Well, how about this? You made breakfast, we got an Uber for lunch. I'll make you dinner," she said, walking into the kitchen.

Ignoring the celebration lap on the screen, I dropped my controller and followed her.

"You know how to cook?" I asked.

"Nope," was her only response.

I rolled my eyes as she started pulling stuff out of the fridge. Mayo, lunch meat, cheese. She wasn't cooking, she was making sandwiches.

I shook my head. "I can make something real."

"Nope," she said again. "You were right about us eating first, but you're not putting this off any longer."

I gave up and pulled out my final excuse. "Look, I don't want to drink. I can't think of anything more boring than drinking."

She started slapping meat onto bread. "We'll make it fun. A drinking game."

"What, like quarters?" I asked.

She paused, the mayo-covered knife hovering over a slice of bread. A shiver went down her spine.

"No." Her voice was quiet, but definite.

I was taken aback by the sudden change in tone and made a mental note to ask her about it later.

She continued making the sandwich, her voice turning cheery again. "We'll race for it. The loser has to drink."

There it was, a way out. If I just did well enough, I didn't have to drink. I could do that. We were close in skill, but I could do it.

"Fine," I said. "But no puking on the carpet when I kick your ass."

She shoved a plate into my hands, her face serious. "Game on."

The first race didn't go well for me, but a surprise blue shell knocked her from first to seventh place, allowing me to beat her in fourth.

She held up her drink. "This one's for you, Luigi, you cheating bastard."

The second race went much better. I worked to stay in second place, blocking Jennifer on each turn. A well-placed green shell let me finish first. I didn't have to come in first, but it felt good.

"Well crap," Jennifer said, taking another drink.

The third race didn't work out so well. I'm still not sure what happened, but I looked at the minimap to find myself in first place, far out in front. That was good, I had thought. No one can catch up.

Then I heard it. Everyone who's played Mario Kart knows that sound. That sound that says 'you're about to be fucked.' Two blue shells and a red shell later, I finished in 8th place.

I took a deep breath as I looked down at my drink.

"It won't be so bad," I told myself. "A drink or two isn't going to hurt. Just don't lose control."

I took a quick drink. After a moment, my face twisted in disgust.

"Ick. People drink this?" I said.

"Yeah. Lots of people. You'll get used to it. After a while you won't even taste it."

The fourth race started.

"Loser of this race has to finish their drink," she called out.

"Why?" I asked as the numbers counted down.

"It's the last race of the cup," Jennifer said as she boosted forward.

Her declaration had thrown me off, causing me to spin out at the starting line.

The advantage of being last place is you're more likely to get the good power ups, but it's not guaranteed. I didn't know it was even possible to get a coin when in last place.

I didn't let crappy power ups stop me. My cart slid around the corners, ducked under the thwomps, and utterly devastated the CPU players. By the final turn, we were neck and neck. She didn't even notice until I bumped her into the wall, pushing her back just enough to let me cinch the win.

"FUCK! Where did you come from?" she cried out.

"I told you," I said, giving a little dance. "Heavy characters are dope in this game."

She looked at me, her cup just touching her lips. "Dope?"

I waved her off. "It's something I heard my dad say. It means Rosalina kicks ass."

She downed her cup and got up to get another.

The Flower Cup went much the same as the Mushroom Cup. I lost one race to a lucky shot with a green shell, but in the end, I sat on the podium.

Jennifer downed her cup.

"You're going to get alcohol poisoning if you don't start getting good," I teased as she sat down with her third cup.

She just snorted as she picked up the controller.

The Star Cup didn't go my way. I was never good at the airport track, but the second and third race didn't go my way either. I took every corner, tricked off of every jump, yet Jennifer was still one step ahead of me.

"Fuck!" I swore as I saw Toad cross the finish line only a second before me.

"What was that about Rosalina being dope?" She teased, giving a little dance of her own.

I took another sip of my cup and glared at her. The Electrodrome was my favorite track. I did not like being beaten on it. But I had a trick up my sleeve, or the game did at least.

"You think you've got me beat? Look at the next track."

The snowy track faded into view.

"FUCK!" Jennifer cried out.

I got into gamer mode, leaning forward, focused entirely on my half of the screen. Each turn and jump I took perfectly. Sliding around the bends, confident in my ability.

I slid around the last snowy bend to find Toad already sitting on the other side of the finish line.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" I blurted out. "You suck at this track."

"Oh, didn't I tell you?" She gave me a snarky smile. "A few months ago, my brother and I figured out that I get better at Mario Kart when I get drunk. I also found the shortcut."

"Shit," I grumbled. I had forgotten about that damn shortcut.

I picked up the cup and looked at the brown liquid. "This still tastes like ass."

"It's not about the taste," she replied, gesturing for me to drink it.

"It's a small cup," I told myself. "It won't be that bad."

I downed the cup before my tongue tried to have a say in the matter. My stomach quickly spoke up, telling me I should have taken the time to listen to my tongue.

"It's getting a little hot in here, don't you think?" Jennifer said, pulling off her sweatshirt.

I froze as her lacy, black bra came into view.

"What?" she said, catching my stare. "It's just us girls here. If you're hot, you can take your top off too."

I was at a loss for words. "Uh... I'm not wearing a bra."

"I can see that," she said, pointing at my clearly visible nipples. "Who cares? Guys do it all the time."

She reached behind her back, and her bra fell forward.

"Free the nipple," she called out.

As she gave a little celebratory fist pump, her breasts jiggled.

While we had been playing, it was just like the old days. Just two friends having fun. Now I was reminded that I had my cock tucked between my legs. It started swelling, pressing against my pussy lips.

"Uh... I have to pee," I said, quickly getting up.

I dashed to the bathroom with Jennifer calling out behind me "Hurry up. The Special Cup is next, and I love Rainbow Road."

I dove into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. My nipples were rock hard, poking through my shirt. They were like that a lot, but if they had grown when Jennifer had taken off her top, I was in trouble.

My bigger concern was the swelling further down. I breathed a sigh of relief as my bulge was just now starting to be noticeable through my shorts. I told myself it would only be noticeable to someone who knew what they were looking for, but it still seemed to be screaming "I'm a freak." from between my legs.

Taking deep breaths, I tried to think of something other than my best friends jiggling boobs. It wasn't easy. They were really nice.

I looked at myself in the mirror and mumbled, "Shit, now I really do have to pee."

Turning to the toilet, I fished my cock out of my panties. A faint smell of sex hit my nose. I stood there, over the toilet, trying to get my cock to soften enough to pee.

I heard footsteps coming up to the door.

"I gotta pee too," Jennifer called out.

I looked down at my still hard cock. "Uh... okay. I'll be out in a minute."

"No worries," she said. "I need to check my makeup too."

When I heard the door knob turn, several thoughts went through my mind. Why was she coming in? Why didn't I use the bathroom upstairs? But the big question was did I lock the door.

As if in slow motion, the door started to swing open, answering my last question. I tried to pull up my shorts, but I had to pull them further down than normal to fish out my dick. They got caught on my knees, making me lose my balance.

The world spun as I slowly fell backwards into the tub, ripping down the shower curtain in the process. Jennifer's eyes went wide as she saw me fall. She dashed forward.

The pain blinded me as my head hit the side of the tub. White flashes filled my vision. I even saw little, yellow birds.

A worried voice broke through the pain. "Are you alright?"

I opened my eyes to see Jennifer standing over me. Her eyes were wide, her hands out like she wasn't sure what to do.

I touched the back of my head where the pain was and pulled my fingers back. No blood.

"I think I'm okay," I said. "I just slipped."

"Can you stand?" She asked, her hands reaching forward, but still afraid to touch.

I held out my hand to her and she finally grabbed it. She gave it a tug, but I don't move.

She grunted with the effort. "Damn, you're heavy."

Grabbing the edge of the tub, I easily pulled myself up.

"Thanks," I said, rubbing the back of my head. "It's not bad, just painful."

"You're sure you're okay?" The worry starting to leave her voice.

I wince as I find the really tender spot. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Good. Now, explain that."

I looked down to where she was pointing. I hadn't been able to pull up my shorts before I fell. My cock was still hanging out.

My entire body froze. I had spent my entire life hiding what I was, and ruined it all with just a few drinks.

"Why didn't you tell me you were trans?" Jennifer said.

My eyes looked up to hers. I had expected fear or anger, but all I saw was concern on her face.

"Trans?" I asked, still not quite processing what was happening.

"Yeah. I don't know the correct terms or anything. You've got the top surgery, obviously. Damn good job too. They look amazing, completely real." She stopped and looked back up at me worried. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's offensive or not. Just let me know if I say the wrong thing."

The fear drained from my body. She was accepting me for me. Yeah, she had the wrong idea, but it wasn't far from the truth.

After hiding it this long, I jumped at the chance to finally get it out. "I'm not trans."

She looked at me, confused. "What?"

I reached down and pulled up my shorts. "Can we talk about this somewhere else? The bathroom is kinda cramped."

"Oh, yeah. Sure. We can talk in the living room. But give me a moment, I really do have to pee."

She stepped aside and let me move around her. As I closed the door behind me, I thought about what she had said. Or more, how she had said it. She sounded exactly as she normally does, like nothing had changed since we were playing games.

I was nervous about telling someone my secret, but I wasn't terrified like I always thought I would be.

A few minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom to find me sitting on the couch, a towel full of ice pressed against the back of my head.

"You okay?" she asked again as she sat down beside me.

I pulled the towel away from my head, double-checking that there wasn't any blood and put it back.

"Yeah, just making sure it doesn't swell," I said.

She pointed at the kitchen. "I can get you some ibuprofen or something."

I shook my head. "I already did. I'll be fine."

She sat back on the couch and was silent for a moment. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Just for an instant I had forgotten that she had found my secret.

I sighed, "No... yes... I don't know. It's been a secret for so long, it's hard to talk about."

She looked at me and said "You can tell me anything. This isn't even that big of a thing."

I lowered the towel from my head. "I want to tell you, it's just going to be hard for me."

I took a deep breath before I started. "I'm not trans, I've always been this way."

"So those are real?" she joked.

I just looked at her.

"Sorry, I'll shut up now."

"I have both parts. Externally, I'm a woman. I just also have a dick. Internally it's... more complicated."

"Wait," she interrupted, breaking her promise to shut up. "You have both parts? Like you have a pussy too?"

"Uh... Yeah." I was slightly taken aback by her seeming excitement.

She paused a moment before saying "Can I see?"

I had no words. I just stared at her.

"Oh, come on. You have a dick and a pussy? That's amazing."

I shrugged. "In for a penny..."

I pulled my shorts off, showing the flower panties I had quickly pulled on. Then I hooked my thumbs around the hem of my panties and slowly pulled them down. My cock slipped into view, soft now after all the tension.

Jennifer shifted to look closer. I closed my eyes, trying not to think of my hot best friend staring at my cock. My hot best friend who was still topless.

Yeah, it didn't work.

I sighed as I felt my cock start to swell. It lifted from its resting place to reveal my pussy lips. As far as I knew from porn, my parts looked perfectly normal.

"You have no balls?" she blurted out.

Normal except for that.

"They're on the inside," I explained and pointed just above my hips. "Somewhere around here... I think. It's been a while since I had that x-ray."

"So if you have balls, does that mean you don't have ovaries?" she asked, genuine curiosity in her voice.

"No, I have those too. I'm... fully functional." I shrugged. "As far as I know anyway. The doctor is fairly sure, but I've never tested."

She looked up at me. "You're a futa!"

She seemed way more excited about that than I thought she would be.

"I prefer the term chimera," I said in mock insult.

"Chimera?" she asked, her eyebrow raising.

"Do you know that Greek myth about the chimera? A beast that was part lion, part goat, and part snake? It was described by Homer in the Iliad." I was starting to talk quicker. "And killed by Bellerophon."

She shook her head. "No. I think I remember the thing you're talking about, but I didn't know the rest of that."

"While the animal was a myth, there is a real medical condition called chimerism. It's basically two people squished together as one."

"Oh, that's cool," Jennifer said.

I lifted my shirt, showing my side. A faint line could be seen on my skin, a slight change in color.

"This line is one divide between the two. It's barely noticeable, but I have a bunch of them all over my body."

Jennifer ran her finger over the faint line. I jerked away.

"Ticklish," I said.

"So there's a hard line between your two bodies?" She asked. "If that's the way to say it."

"Yeah, I'm not really sure how to say it. One side is male, one side is female, but it's all me."

Her finger trailed down my stomach, toward my cock. My breath hitched, but she stopped just before she touched it.

She looked back up to me. "Why did you hide this?"

"My parents lived through the gay scare back in the 90s. You ever hear of it?"

Jennifer shook her head.

"It was a huge social panic against gay people. They tried to hide it, pretending it was about AIDS, but it was just bigotry. Innocent people died because of homophobic fear. My parents saw first hand what... idiots would do to those who don't fall into their idea of normal."

Jennifer's eyes went wide.

"Today, it's just as bad. Trans people are targeted for hate. They pretend it's about sports or protecting women, but that's all a lie."

I point at her and add, "When you first saw... it, you thought I was trans."

Her face fell, but she remained silent.

"You're smart enough not to have a problem with it. But what about those other assholes?"

She couldn't keep quiet anymore. "But you're not trans. You were born that way. Surely they can't lump you in the same group."

My eyes narrowed. "These people think gay is a transmissible disease. Do you really think they're going to understand that nuance?"

"Good point." She put her hand on my shoulder and, in the most serious voice I had ever heard, said "I won't tell anyone."

It was as if I was letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I never knew I needed to hear those words until she said them.

"Thank you," was all I was able to say.

Her fingers started to trail down. My cock had gone soft when the heavy story hit, but it started to grow again.

She tilted her head and looked between my legs. "Oh, if someone told you to go fuck yourself, you actually could."

My eyebrows furrowed. I hadn't thought of that. Probably a good thing I hadn't.

I reached down and lifted my hard cock, showing her just how stiff it could get. "Probably not. It doesn't bend all that well like this." I had left out that it's not always hard like that.

I gasped as her hand wrapped around my cock.

"You're not kidding. It's so stiff." Her eyes narrowed, and she teased, "Is this because I'm topless?"

I looked away from her in embarrassment. "Yeah, kinda."

My head jerked back to look at her as her hand started sliding up and down my shaft.

"It might be the alcohol talking, but I've always found you attractive," she said, her brown eyes looking into mine. "Eh, who am I kidding. It's not the alcohol."

My cock twitched in her hand.

She looked down at the hard rod in her hand. "Oh. Do you like that?" She looked back up to my eyes. "Do you find me attractive?"

"Uh..." was all I could get out of my mouth.

A fog had settled over my brain. My male half and my female half were fighting for dominance. Not because my female half is more responsible or anything. They both wanted to rip her pants of and fuck her brains out. They just couldn't decide who would go first.

She leaned closer, her lips barely an inch away from mine. "You can say it. I've seen you looking."

"Yes," I muttered. "I find you attractive."

My eyes went wide as her lips pressed to mine. She pulled away, a wicked look in her eyes.

A thought occurred to me. "Is this only because I have a dick?"

Her hand stopped, recognizing the seriousness of my question.

"No," she said, before turning away. "To tell the truth, I had plans for tonight. I was going to loosen you up with the rum, then get you into bed. The dick was just a bonus."

A shiver went down my spine as she gave my cock a little squeeze. But I still wasn't sure. "Why? You thought I was a girl. You like guys, you've had plenty of boyfriends."

As if it was the most obvious thing ever, she said "I'm bi. I've had girlfriends too. Well, not girlfriends really, more one-night stands. And I don't think my boyfriends count either. My longest relationship lasted a month."

She shifted closer, her breast pressed into my arm. "If it makes you feel better. I never fucked any of them. We never clicked. You, however." Her hand started moving again. "I think we click."

I wanted that. Oh, god did I want that. But I also wanted more.

"I'm not looking for a fling," I said softly.

She leaned even closer, her breath hot on my neck. "I'm not asking for a fling. I'm asking if you want to be my girlfriend."

So many thoughts ran through my mind, but a gentle kiss on my neck silenced them all.

I let out a soft moan, "Yes."

She let out a small squeal of excitement and threw her leg over mine. She lowered herself to straddle my hips, I could feel her heat on my cock through her pants.

"I'm going to tell you straight," she said excitedly. "I'm planning on fucking you tonight. I want to drain your balls and finger you raw."

I let out a small laugh. "Good luck."

She cocked her head. "What does that mean?"

I took a moment to gather my thoughts. "You know how the stereotype is that men have one orgasm and women can have a bunch of them?"

"Yeah," she said. "Given some alone time and the right mood, I can get myself off three or four times."

I continued, "Do you also know the stereotype that the right mood strikes men more often?"

"Yeah," she said slowly, curious where this was going.

"I have the sex drive of a man and the multi-orgasm ability of a woman. It's hard for me to be... satisfied."

Her eyebrow went up. "A challenge."

If that's how she wanted to play.

"If you insist," I said.

She hopped off my lap and started pulling down her pants. I was transfixed as a strip of short, brown hairs came into view.

She stopped, when she caught me staring. "Hay, stop staring and take off your top. I want to see those lovely tits."

We both pulled off what little clothes we had left. Our eyes flowed up and down each other.

"Please, please, please tell me you have a condom. Or better yet, several condoms," she begged. "It's New Years, we're probably not finding a place open that sells them."

I personally didn't have any, never thought I would be in this situation. But I knew where my dad kept his.

"I can get some," I said as I dashed off.

I returned reading the back of an unopened box.

"They expire in three months? Damn, I guess dad hasn't been getting any."

Jennifer snorted. "They're your dad's?"

I gestured to my cock. "I've been keeping this secret all my life, even from you. Do you really think I would keep condoms?" I pointed at the date on the box. "Condoms that expire."

As I slipped my finger under the lid, Jennifer stepped up to me and wrapped her arms around me. "I'm so sorry I didn't ask before. I wanted to, but I was too scared."

I tried to return her hug, but she had my arms trapped between our breasts. They were softer than I was expecting, softer than mine anyway.

"I wish I had asked you, but I was afraid too. I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I'm still a little worried this will ruin us," I said, softly.

She pulled back. "Our friendship isn't changing. We're just adding something extra on top of it. The best relationships are build on top of friendships."

She broke the hug and took a few steps back. "Now, get that box open. I should have asked you out two years ago. We've got some catching up to do."

My hand twitched, ripping the entire top off the box. I reached in and fished out the line of twelve condoms and held them up.

"Do you think this will be enough?" I joked.

The wicked look came back to her eyes. "It's a start."

I ripped the first one off and threw the rest to the side.

"Uh... I've never done this before," I said, looking at the foil packet.

"Seriously?" she asked, snatching the condom from my hand. "Didn't you pay attention in health class?"

My eyes went wide as she took the corner of the wrapper in her teeth and ripped the top off. She pulled the condom out and started fiddling with it.

"No," I admitted. "But I still don't think that's how they did it in health class."

"Can I try something?" she asked, not looking up.

"Um, sure," I said.

She stepped closer and lowered herself to her knees. "I've always wanted to do this."

She put the condom in her mouth, her teeth holding on to the tip. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of my cock. I gasped as her warm mouth slid down my shaft.

She pulled away, and I looked down to see the condom about two thirds down my cock. Her hand made quick work of the rest.

"Holy shit," I blurted out.

She stood up, a smug grin on her face. "I practiced that on a cucumber." She looked down before adding, "A small cucumber."

"What did you do with the cucumber after?" I joked.

Her eyes flicked back up to me. "Lay down and I'll show you."

I'm fairly sure I broke terminal velocity as I laid down on the carpet. I expected her to make fun of my excitement, but I felt her knees at my sides before I could even look up.

She reached down and lifted my cock towards her pussy. I could see her wetness glinting in the low light.

"I hope you don't mind, I'm going to put this away for a while," she joked.

I looked away and said, "I apologize in advance. I'm probably not going to last long."

She pressed the tip of my cock to her lips with one hand and pointed at the discarded condoms with the other. "That's what those are for."

The heat of her pussy slowly slide down my shaft. The all too familiar pressure at the base of my cock was already growing. I pushed it back as best I could.

Jennifer let out a low groan. "You're a little bigger than the cucumber."

Her ass came to rest on my thighs. I looked down, not able to see my dick for the first time in my life. The heat wrapped around my cock, her squeezing walls, the small gasps, it was all too much.

I came.

Her pussy responded to my first pulse by squeezing harder. We went back and forth, I would shoot a rope into her, and she would milk my cock back. I looked up at her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her hands on her breasts, her entire body was shaking. She was cumming too.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she fell forward, pressing her breasts into mine. Our lips met, her tongue probing. I opened my lips, and her tongue darted in. It touched mine, twirling around it.

Her hips started rolling, sliding her pussy up and down my cock. I fucked up into her, matching her movements.

"Wait, wait, stop," she said.

I instantly stopped. "What?"

She lifted off my hips and shifted to kneel at my side. "We need to change this out."

Her hand wrapped around my cock and pulled the condom off. She looked over at me before bending forward and taking my cock into her mouth. It felt so different from when she put on the condom. Hot, wet... real. Her tongue swirled around my tip before she pulled off and licked my shaft all the way to the base.

"Gotta make sure there's no little swimmers left," she said as she sat back up.

I just stared up at the ceiling as she slid a second condom on. She didn't use her mouth this time, which was probably good. We probably would have had to change the condom again.

She straddled me again and lowered herself down, sliding her pussy against my sheathed cock. Her hot lips spread around my shaft, and she slid up and down as she looked me in the eyes.

She leaned down, to kiss me again. "I'm so going on the pill. I felt you cum through the condom. I want to know what it feels like when you to fill me."

My cock twitched under her. "Keep talking like that, and we're going to have to change the condom again."

"Excitable, aren't you," she teased. "That's alright. I like feeling you fall apart."

She slid forward, rolled her hips, and then slid back. Tight heat slid down my shaft again as she took me inside.

"I feel bad that I can't last any longer for you," I said sadly.

"Don't worry about it," she said, looking down at me. "I love that I can drive you wild."

She pressed her breasts to mine and asked, "How does it feel knowing that you made me cum just from me sliding down your cock?"

Everything has been happening so quickly, I hadn't had a chance to think about it. Now that I took a moment to think about it, I felt good. Like I was fulfilling my duty or something.

"Good, I guess," I said, not able to bring my thoughts to words.

She wiggled her hips, making me moan. "Now imagine how I feel knowing I can make you fall apart? If you were just some guy, we'd be done already. I'd feel happy that I got you off, but that's it. Because you can keep going, I can get that feeling and a good fucking."

"Well, I feel a little better about that," I said.

"But still, try to hold back a little. We have to stop and change the condom each time. After the pill kicks in, you can cum inside me all you want without stopping."

I didn't realize it was possible, but my dick grew even harder at her words.

Her eyes went wide. "Oh, wow. You really like that idea." Her hips started rolling, slowly fucking me before continuing to tease. "Your hard dick inside me, pumping your seed into me, filling me. I can't wait to feel it. Maybe after we finish the box of condoms, I'll let you have a taste of what you'll be getting."

I couldn't hold back.

She let out a wicked giggle as she felt me cum again inside her. "Ooh, I might have to take back what I said. I really like making you fall apart."

Through heavy breaths I said, "I'd still like to get you off too."

"Oh, don't worry about that." She slid off my cock and started pulling the condom off. "I'll make sure you have plenty of chances."

She held up the condom in front of her eyes, then picked up the first one she had knotted close. "Damn, you came more the second time than the first."

I pointed at my stomach where I thought my testicles were. "Because my testicles are internal, I have much larger epididymis."

"What?"

I blinked and rephrased what I said. "Because I don't have a sack directly attacked to my cock, I have large loads."

"Oh, why didn't you say that in the first place?" She threw the two condoms into the trashcan and ripped another one off the roll.

She lifted the condom wrapper to her teeth, but stopped. Her head tilted slightly as she looked longingly at my cock.

"What?" I asked.

"I was just thinking that I really want to feel your cock inside me without a condom," she said, not looking away from my cock, "but I don't think my ass can stretch that far... yet."

My cock twitched eagerly at her words.

Her eyes turned to mine. "Then I realized I was ignoring something."

My eyes narrowed. "What? The game?"

We both looked over at the TV that was showing the main menu race loop.

"No, but we'll have to finish our races later." She turned back to me. "No, I was forgetting this."

My breath hitched as her finger slid up my pussy lips.

As she kept running her fingers up and down, she asked, "Which feels better?"

"Which what?" I asked, lost in a fog.

"Cumming from a dick or a pussy? You can finally answer that eternal question. Who has the best orgasms? Men or women."

I shook my head. "Sorry, I can't answer that. When I cum, I cum from both."

She looks at me sideways. "I would have guessed that a futa would cum from each independently."

I gasped as I felt her finger slide inside.

Her finger froze, only in up to her first knuckle. "That was a more... intense reaction than I expected."

"My cock is kinda insistent sometimes. I've never actually fingered myself before," I said, a little embarrassed.

"But surly you've used a dildo."

I just shook my head.

Her eyes went wide. "I'm the first thing you've ever had inside you?"

I shrugged.

Her eyes closed, and a violent shiver ran through her body. My teeth clenched as her finger vibrated inside me.

When she reopened her eyes, they were locked to my pussy. "Oh, you poor neglected thing. Let your lover take care of you."

She lowered herself between my legs, her hot breath on my lips. A shiver ran down my spine as I anticipated her touch. The feeling didn't disappoint as her tongue slid up my lips.

Her head peaked up over my cock. "It's going to be odd that there's no clit to suck."

I lifted my cock.

Her tongue slid up my lips and up my shaft. She looked at my cock. "You've had enough attention for right now. It's her turn now."

Her finger sank into my wet pussy, forcing a moan from my mouth.

"Hay," she said, looking up at me again. "Since you've never had anything inside you before, how do you know the orgasm is the same?"

"I've rubbed myself before. But like I said, I cum from both at the same time. It's all the same to me."

Another wicked grin spread on her face. "Let's test that."

I felt her finger curl inside me and a wave of pleasure spread through my body. Her tongue started working on my lips, sliding around her finger curling and uncurling inside me. I could tell she wanted to go further up, but she stopped at the base of my cock, focusing only on my pussy.

I had to admit, it felt different, but the same. When I jacked off, the tingling pressure built at the base of my cock. It was as if Jennifer was rubbing that spot directly. It felt so much better, but that was probably because it was the first time someone else was doing it.

My hips lifted from the floor, pushing into her hand. Her finger slid out. My moan of disappointment turned into one of joy as she slid two fingers back in. They took turns rubbing my g-spot.

I heard a low groan, almost like a growl. The groan grew in pitch as my hips lifted further from the floor. My groan turned into a cry as my pussy squeezed down on her fingers. A wave of heat spread from my core, turning into tingles as I came.

I tasted salt as my body writhed in Jennifer's talented hands. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and collapsed back to the floor.

"Damn, girl," Jennifer said.

I opened my eyes to see just blurry colors. One eye cleared, but the other didn't. I looked down with my good eye and saw white streaks up my stomach and over my breasts.

"You weren't kidding," Jennifer laughed. "You cum from both at once."

All at once I realized why I couldn't see out of one eye and what that salty taste was. I wiped the cum from my eye and smiled down at her.

"Next time you'll have to catch it," I half joked.

"I wanted to, but I didn't want to ruin my experiment." She lifted herself up on her elbows. "So tell me, what feels better? Cumming from your cock or from your pussy."

I rolled my eyes. "You just said it, I cum from both at once." I looked away shyly before adding, "But it definitely feels better when you do it."

She pulled herself up my body and pulled me into as much of a hug as she could on the floor. I sighed in contentment as I wrapped my arms around her.

"Is this what love feels like?" I asked, only half aware of my question.

"Technically it's what oxytocin feels like. Tomorrow, when you wake up beside me, then you'll know what love feels like."

"Right," I said, "chemistry major."

Her body wiggled on mine. "You're still hard."

"Told you, kinda hard to calm it down."

Her voice dropped to a sultry tone. "Good, but we should move to the bedroom. I already feel rug burns on my knees. Let's clean up and then continue where we left off."

I brush a hair over her ear and say, "We'll have to pick up our race some other time."

"Eh, Luigi's a cheating bastard anyway."

I woke the next morning worrying it was all just some dream. I was afraid that if I opened my eyes I'd find my bed empty. A soft snore beside me snapped me out of my worry. I looked over to see Jennifer's face smashed into my pillow, her arm resting on my chest between my breasts.

I decided that there was nothing in the world that would get me out of that bed right then.

My eyes went wide as I heard the front door open. Jennifer snorted and jerked awake as a voice echoed through the house.

"Sam, we're home. You awake yet?" I heard my mother call.

"Fuck!" I said, turning to the brunet beside me. "Mom's home."

She blinked sleepily and said, "Yeah, so? Your 21. You can sleep with whomever you choose."

We heard the loud noises of my dad bringing in their luggage. He was always big on making one trip from the car, even if it did make it really hard to get in the door.

"I should probably go and let them know I am here before they just barge in," I said as I sat up.

"I'll be down as soon as I get dressed." Her wild hair fell in front of her face. "Can I borrow your brush?"

I came down the steps to find my dad bringing in a second load from the car.

"Damn, how much stuff did you take?" I asked. "You were gone for three days."

"There was a raffle at the party, your mom insisted on entering for each prize," dad said grumpily. "Turns out not many others entered."

"You got a new TV out of it," mom shot back before turning to me. "So, how was your birthday. I wanted to call, but your dad wouldn't let me."

"It was good," I said, thinking of the naked woman in my room.

Just then, Jennifer walked down the steps as she straightened her shirt. Mom's eyebrows shot up as Jennifer kissed my cheek.

"Hi, Martha," Jennifer said in a singsong voice.

"Hi, Jennifer," mom said, before glancing back to me.

"So, it's a good thing I didn't call then?" mom asked.

"I wouldn't have minded," I said. "But I was kinda busy."

She just gave me a knowing smile.